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Chapter 296: Defeat the enemy with one move, the Yinkui sect's apology (update resumed)
"Ugh……"

With a light sigh, Xu Ziling sheathed his sword and left. With such a big commotion, it was no longer safe here. Luoyang was the capital of the Sui Dynasty and the core of Buddhist power, so it was better to be cautious.

On the bank of Luo River, Zhu Yuyan was wearing a white palace dress, her almond-shaped eyes were raised and her gaze was cold. The Heavenly Demon ribbon behind her fluttered in the wind, and the Heavenly Demon's true energy surged, as if it contained a magical power, making her look like a fairy concubine. Who would have thought that she was already in her sixties and even her granddaughter was in her teens.

Su Ming was dressed in a long green gown that moved without wind. He stood tall with one hand behind his back. A faint sword energy emanated from his body, like clouds and mist, as real as an illusion, yet unpredictable and hard to grasp.

"Mr. Su, if you want the Heavenly Demonic Art, you must have the ability to get it. This is the true teaching of the Yinkui Sect. Don't blame me for being cruel." The mature voice was soft and gentle, like the whispers of a lover, and I was intoxicated unconsciously.

As soon as she started, she played the Heavenly Demon Sound, and then, white ribbons were flying. On the bank of the Luo River, Zhu Yuyan moved lightly with lotus steps, the Heavenly Demon Ribbon was flying, her eyes were as gentle as water, she looked at Su Ming wholeheartedly, her pretty face was full of infatuation.

She raised her white wrist lightly, and the Heavenly Demon Ribbon danced in the air like a spirit snake, gracefully, yet secretly murderous. The ribbon drew strange arcs in the air, as if each arc contained endless magic power, enough to devour the opponent.

She danced slowly, her graceful dance moves were beautiful and enchanting, every move was full of temptation, her figure was light, like a fairy in the clouds. The wind slowed down, the clouds became lighter, and even the river water became slow, as if it stopped for her.

On the other side, Su Ming saw her dancing and did not stop her. He stood there and watched quietly. His eyes reflected her beautiful dance moves and there was a smile on his lips. But if you look closely, you will find that there is indifference and indifference in the depths of his eyes, as if he had already seen through everything.

She sang softly, her voice like a yellow oriole singing out of a valley, but with a hint of cold murderous intent. Her dance moves became faster and faster, and the Heavenly Demon Ribbon fluttered in the air, like white clouds and dancing clear waves, enveloping her opponent.

Suddenly, she turned around, looked back, and revealed a stunning smile. The soft ribbon suddenly stretched straight and shot out, attacking the opponent like a poisonous snake, silently.

At this moment, Su Ming's eyes revealed a sharp sword intent, and he shouted softly, "Sword Ten, Sky Burial!"

"boom!"

Thousands of sword energies burst out in an instant, rising into the sky, magnificent and majestic, with the wind and clouds changing, and the waves of the river rolling and shaking endlessly.

In a luxurious mansion in Luoyang City, a middle-aged man was sitting in the main seat of the banquet hall. He was holding up a wine glass with a smile on his face, but he suddenly looked up and exclaimed. When the guests were surprised, he retracted his gaze and smiled again, "Everyone, let's drink together!"

Jingnian Zen Temple, Buddhist Hall.

A tall bronze statue of Buddha stood in the main hall. The old monk lowered his head and brows. The next moment, he showed an expression of disbelief and stared towards the direction outside the city. "Who is this sword energy?"

At the same time, several figures jumped out of Luoyang City and rushed towards the outside of the city.

The moment the sword energy burst out, Zhu Yuyan turned pale and screamed, "How is it possible? How is it possible that you are not affected by the Heavenly Demon Dance?"

Su Ming showed a trace of disdain in his eyes and sneered, "It's just a magic dance of the devil. Watch me break it with one sword!"

Then his figure flashed, as elusive as misty clouds, light and elegant, his hand clenched into sword fingers, and the vast sword energy rushed towards Zhu Yuyan.

"clang!!"

When the soft ribbon touched the sword energy, it actually made a sound like the collision of metal. Su Ming looked carefully and saw that Zhu Yuyan had a pair of short blades in her hands. The blades were twisted and the shapes were strange. Combined with the Heavenly Demon Ribbon, the defense was watertight.

The sharp and ethereal sword energy descended from the sky and pierced through the demon force field in an instant. Zhu Yuyan's face turned pale. Until this moment, she understood why the opponent in front of her gave her the feeling that he was stronger than Shi Zhixuan. This sword move alone was not something that Shi Zhixuan in his prime could withstand. As Shi Zhixuan's old rival, she knew his background very well.

The powerful sword energy burst out, causing Zhu Yuyan's arm to go numb and blood to flow out of her knuckles. It was not until she retreated to the river bank that she was able to block it.

At this time, her hands were already covered with scars, and her white palace skirt was torn by the sword energy, revealing some of her fair skin. Su Ming stopped at that moment and did not pursue her. He just looked at her quietly. Killing Zhu Yuyan was not a difficult task for him, but doing so was meaningless. Instead, he would eliminate a great enemy for Cihang Jingzhai in vain.

Zhu Yuyan looked at her palms. Instead of being angry, she smiled at Su Ming. “No wonder Mr. Su dared to boast. It turned out that I was presumptuous. Please don’t blame me.”

Su Ming's eyes were still cold, "I can forgive you, but just empty words are not enough!"

Zhu Yuyan smiled even more, "Master Su, calm down. After today, Yinkui Sect will pay you back, and you will be satisfied. As for the cooperation, I am willing to discuss any conditions you want."

Su Ming was about to say something, his eyes swept across the city, and he said, "This is not the place to talk, take me to your Yinkui Sect."

"Sir, please!"

Then, the two left one after the other.

……

A monk came to the bank of Luoshui River and picked up a wisp of dark Qi from the ground. His eyes were solemn. "Such pure Heavenly Demon Qi. This is what the devil Zhu Yuyan left behind."

He just took a step forward, his expression changed instantly, and he moved away, "Swoosh!"

A ray of sword energy burst out from the place where he had just stepped, brushed past him, pierced through the space, and lasted for a long time.

At this moment, another figure shouted from afar, "Daofang, who did you see?"

The monk named Daofang twisted his Buddhist beads and shook his head, "No one is here, they are all gone. The sword energy just left by Shan Fang almost injured me severely. What a profound cultivation and powerful sword energy. Could it be Fu Cailin?"

Another monk revealed himself and looked at the devastated battle scene. After exchanging glances with Dao Fang, he became more solemn: If Fu Cailin comes to Luoyang, the situation in the Central Plains will change again!

The power of a grandmaster is enough to defeat ten thousand enemies alone and change the outcome of a decisive battle. The embarrassing thing is that Buddhism does not have a grandmaster now. It only has a thug with the fighting power of a grandmaster, and he only obeys Yu Cihang Jingzhai.

"We need to think about this matter carefully. Let's go back and report to the abbot first."

"Amitabha, this is very true."

……

Zhu Yuyan returned to Tingfangxuan with excitement, while Wanwan was recuperating in the room.

Behind the screen with red plum blossoms dotted with snow, Wanwan was half-naked, revealing her snow-white shoulders with spots of blood seeping out, like a flaw in a perfect work of art.

As soon as she entered the room, Wanwan showed anxiety and surprise on her face. When she turned around, she was shocked the moment she saw Su Ming. "Why is it you!" As she said this, she hid and put on the clothes on her shoulders, staring at Su Ming vigilantly. "Your master lost." Despite such a glorious scene, Su Ming didn't even look at it, but walked to the room and sat down.

Seeing his attitude, Wanwan's eyes rolled back. She was no longer flustered and slowly put on her clothes. Her movements were so beautiful that it seemed as if she was doing it on purpose for the other party to see.

Su Ming was sitting on the couch, on which was a small square rosewood table. On the table were tea sets and white porcelain tea bowls. With a gentle sniff, the faint aroma of tea mixed with the fragrance of flowers wafted into his nose.

"They actually made the scented tea. The Yinkui Sect is really thoughtful."

Tea was promoted by the Song clan in Lingnan. Their salt business originally spread all over the country. Sichuan is a place where tea is produced in abundance and has a suitable climate. The method of frying tea really brought tea into the homes of ordinary people, which naturally caused various factions to imitate it.

There has never been a shortage of smart people in this world, and Su Ming has never thought of letting the Song family monopolize the tea business because it is simply impossible.

Just as Wanwan was concentrating on guessing Su Ming, a voice suddenly rang in her ears, "Come here, pour some tea!"

Wanwan's face froze, and she wanted to say something, but after looking at Su Ming, she obediently came over to pour tea. As the Holy Maiden of the Yinkui Sect, she knew not only the Heavenly Demon Dance, but also chess, calligraphy and painting. She had to be proficient in everything.

Just like the nuns in Cihang Jingzhai are not only good at eating vegetarian food and chanting Buddhist scriptures, the two families have been rivals for so many years that they have already figured out each other and have also become enemies with each other.

There are countless people who fall at the feet of the nun, but there are also many people who are seduced by the witch, otherwise, how could the devil dance come about?

Wanwan walked gracefully in front of Su Ming, knelt on her knees, and brewed tea with her bare hands. The beauty's tea and her skillful hands made it interesting, like a beautiful painting.

However, Su Ming did not avoid it, but looked the other person up and down with his eyes, as if he wanted to see through him.

But in his eyes, the enchanting temperament emanating from Wanwan's body was exactly the same as the immortality of Cihang Jingzhai. If Shi Feixuan was a natural and beautiful fairy flower in harmony with heaven and earth, then Wanwan was like a magnet that exuded temptation all the time, actively attracting others to chase after her.

One is proactive and aggressive, the other goes with the flow and is unpretentious. The victory or defeat is decided invisibly.

On the other hand, the Heavenly Demon Art is an incomplete Heavenly Demon Strategy. It is very incomplete, so it is normal that it cannot be compared.

Even though Wanwan was a witch, she felt uncomfortable being scanned by Su Ming's undisguised gaze and hurriedly served him tea. "Senior, I wonder how my Yinkui Sect can be of use to you. I will do my best." There was a subconscious hint of nervousness in her words.

Just as she finished speaking, a familiar voice came from outside the door, "Yuyan is sorry for not hosting you well and keeping you waiting for so long."

Then, Zhu Yuyan opened the door and walked in, her hair wet and her clothes brand new.

Seeing that Wanwan was safe and sound, she subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief and walked to Su Ming and sat down, "Wanwan, you should go back and heal your wounds first."

Wanwan was shocked and quickly stood up, "Senior, I am injured and will take my leave first."

After saying that, without waiting for Su Ming to speak, she hurriedly picked up her skirt and left.

Su Ming was left looking at Zhu Yuyan with a playful expression, "Are you worried that I will eat her? I am not Bian Bufu."

The meaningful words made Zhu Yuyan's body tremble, and there was a strong fear in her eyes when she looked at Su Ming!
How does he know about Bian Bufu?
Even among the core members of the Yinkui Sect, not many people knew about the affairs of the previous Saint. After all, it was a family scandal that could not be made public.

Is there an undercover agent in the sect?
Thinking of this, Zhu Yuyan gritted her teeth secretly and planned to clean up the mess after this time.

Zhu Yuyan thought about it and decided to just brush it off. She didn't bring it up anymore, but kept smiling. "Sir, you are joking. How can a mere Grandmaster compare to you?"

Su Ming's smile deepened. A mere Grandmaster? That was someone he would kill in the future. If you promised to do something, you must do it. Those who make promises lightly will be untrustworthy. And his reputation has always been very good.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, he got straight to the point, "Tell me, why did you ask me to come here? How do you want to cooperate with me?"

Zhu Yuyan took a sip of tea and lowered her head, saying, "Young Master, if you want to unify the Taoist sect, you can't bypass the Buddhist sect. My Yinkui sect happens to be the enemy of the Buddhist sect. How about we join forces to deal with them together?"

But this proposal was rejected by Su Ming. "No need. I, Su Ming, will deal with the Buddhist sect, and I will not let others do it. The Buddhist sect is full of filth and good and bad people are mixed together, which makes the people in power wary. But how much better are you, the Demon Sect?"

This sentence choked Zhu Yuyan. Although they called themselves the Holy Sect, they were very aware of its reputation, otherwise they would not have hidden their base in this brothel.

"What do you want, sir?"

Su Ming said calmly, "The juniors are the juniors, Ziling will definitely be my Taoist disciple in the future. He can help you suppress Shi Feixuan, and our cooperation is limited to this!"

Zhu Yuyan's eyes widened, her face full of reluctance, but she still wanted to fight for it, "You don't want the Heavenly Demonic Art anymore? And my disciple, she..."

Su Ming stared into her eyes. "I remember that women who practice the Heavenly Demonic Art cannot have physical relations with men, otherwise they will not be able to reach the highest level. I remember that Sect Master Zhu did not seem to have reached the eighteenth level of the Heavenly Demonic Art."

In this regard, Zhu Yuyan had no choice but to remain silent. Her past was completely exposed at the beginning, what else could she say? The asymmetry of information brought her great passivity, and it was difficult for her to take advantage of the other party.

She was unwilling to accept the fact that such a great master was left alone but could not play a role. She even guessed that the Buddhist sect did not know this man's strength and deliberately let him go, otherwise they would not have allowed him to go north and create such a big fuss and cause turmoil in the martial arts world.

"Mr. Su, aren't you afraid that I will tell those old bald men about your affairs?"

However, as soon as she said it, she regretted it.

Su Ming slowly picked up the tea and drank it all in one gulp, "You can give it a try!" His light words carried tremendous weight. Zhu Yuyan was filled with regret, thinking that she was out of her mind to think of threatening a master at the grandmaster level.

"Please calm down, my lord. I just said something wrong. Please don't blame me." She took out a letter from her sleeve and handed it to Su Ming with both hands. "This is the force and spies that Cihang Jingzhai has planted in the south. Please take a look."

Is there really a surprise?
Su Ming took it and opened it. He was shocked by the densely packed list of names, familiar names and forces that came into view.

If this list is true, then the Yinkui Sect has really given a great gift.

(End of this chapter)